Mistaken identity

Yesterday I visited a nearby hotel to meet with some internationals in hopes of getting some good story ideas for my job. What I got was a mistaken identity.
I spotted several of the internationals in front of the hotel, so I walked up to them and said "hello." A few remembered me from the day before. Apparently a woman from New Zealand did not. "Oh, are you the driver?" she says. "Where's the bus?"
"Uh, actually I write for Worldwide Challenge."
"Oh..." she said, sounding disappointed.
Then she turned and fiddled with her camera, as if to stall time to wait for the bus.